The existential quandary of the logistics and ethical significance of threesomes.

The girls are still oblivious to your presence and are clearly enjoying themselves. You’re not really sure what in the hell the proper protocol here is either. I mean, they both have expressed a great love of your cock but they seem pretty occupied with each other. You really don’t want to interrupt, but DAYUM!

Lesbians aren’t really your thing as a rule. Unlike the vast majority of the male population you understand that two girls dyking it out generally means they have zero interest in you. But it’s different when it’s two women that you know want you. It’s actually kinda hot. Really hot. Then there’s the second part of the conundrum. You truly have no idea what to do in a threesome. You’re not really sure anyone does. Most people who try to initiate a ménage et trois do so for the express purpose of sampling someone other than their partner. That was the core of one of the grifts you pulled in Jersey (seducing an older Italian woman and her husband which eventually got you access to the thing you truly lusted after... a beautifully sexy Döttling floor safe that took about an hour and a half to crack after you wore the two of them out). What it comes down to is that someone’s almost invariably left out, and you really do care too much to expose your sisters to the kind of loneliness that can only come from watching your lover with another.

Your musings are interrupted at this point by Beth taking the decision out of your hands. She makes eye contact and gestures toward Chrissy’s bare snatch, following that up with an exaggerated tongue waggle to ensure that you catch her meaning.

Chrissy’s gasp as you bury your face between her legs sends an electric thrill up your spine and the acid sweetness of her secretions encourages you to great lengths. You can see her reaching down for your head and suddenly stopping, her arms restrained by Beth, who is whispering in her ear and kissing her neck. You let your lizard brain autopilot your tongue, while your sociopath side notes different reactions to various stimulus and files them away for later use.

It’s minutes before her whole body clenches up like someone who’s been hit with a taser, those strong legs gripping your head. This doesn’t stop you, of course, and after she’s ridden out the orgasm you start to bring your hands into play. Her second orgasm seems a little bit muted compared to the first. By her third, your jaw is starting to get tired. She’s gone at this point, only nominally conscious, little more than a life support system for her cunt, so you decide to push your luck a little. You manage to work your left index finger up to the second knuckle into her anus before she’s swept away by the fourth wave and truly into unconsciousness. Only then do you withdraw.

Beth gazes over her twin’s passed out form at you and smiles, “C’m’ere, Big Brother.”

You rise up and kiss Beth deeply, feeling her shudder at the taste of Chrissy on your lips, your raging erection pressed between Chrissy’s massive mounds.